"Shit," Karkat says. He makes a face. "Well, that was a fucking bust." He eyes the supplies longingly, but he's not so stupid that he'll risk the electrical field to get them. "Do you think we should--" finish the job, he wants to say, because if they don't the old human male's got a pretty decent chance of dying slowly and painfully, but he doesn't want Donatello coming back. The shellbeast had fucking lost it a few arenas back and Karkat was not at all sure if he'd ever got it back.

"Never mind. Let's roll the fuck out before the shellbeast comes back."